So I've been doing a pretty shitty job of keeping up with this blog. If I try to positive spin it, I've been doing a shitty job keeping up with any sort of responsibility so nothing should surprise me anymore. Let's see, it's 11:37am on a Monday. I'm feeling out of whack again, drinking a PBR and lamenting the fact that I'm a loser. I need a job. I was on the verge of getting a job; actually two jobs but I blew it on one and took myself out of the running on the other one.
The one I really wanted came down to myself and some other applicant. I left the interview feeling I had come close to nailing it; especially after the HR dude said he enjoyed our interview. I waited and waited and waited some more for the phone call that never came. It took a few days ( a weekend) to get over the rejection. It matters not what form rejection takes, it still stings.
The second job was one with a call center for a state agency. I don't want to go back to call center work but was desperate for anything. I took one look at the operation and its ghetto and call center metrics depressed the hell out of me. Not to mention I was anxious before I even finalized the interview portion. I told them thanks but no thanks because I seriously cannot handle that right now.
I know I'm not supposed to be all picky especially nowadays but I'd have been miserable and make life miserable for K. As it is right now, we're stuck in hurry up and wait mode. I should be doing a better job of networking and selling myself but I can't seem to do much of anything that doesn't involve drinking, Fifa or the internet. The amount of time I waste online or playing with my new phone is ridiculous. Who knows what it is I'm waiting for. I don't know if I'll ever find it. I'm satisfied right now to be in the most comfortable and familiar surroundings of melancholia and dejection.
No comments:
Post a Comment